The scent around the mini garden is being filled with lavender and wild berries. Aside from the lilac and its complementary plant peonies, some unknown overgrown vines also manage to crept in the garden.
The old man with a long scar on his face can be seen sitting down at one of the available benches with a look of a mixture of shock and bewilderment.
After a few moments of silence a soft and yet tender voice broke it.
"Alger Irlyrri, what a wonderful scenery, is it not?" The voice came from a slender young woman with a scarlet long hair and wore a traditional dress akin to a Japanese kimono.
Alger whose still dumbfounded didn't manage to utter a single word however his muscle memory help him to at least do a proper greetings to the protector by kneeling.
